Cooking with Wild Game: Volume 27 E-Book

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• Herausgeber: J-Novel Club
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Serie: Cooking with Wild Game
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 34

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The rainy season brought multiple changes to the forest’s edge—Asuta suffered from a serious illness that he just barely managed to overcome, a number of new ingredients became available (while others vanished from the market) leading to the invention of multiple new recipes, and a new path was even cleared all the way through the forest’s edge! However, with the rainy season finally coming to a close, another round of changes are soon to come.
This time, matters of romance will be shaking the forest’s edge in some major ways. What will happen when love blooms between the forest’s edge and the castle town, or a member of a clan under the Ruu falls for someone from the northern clans? And finally, a grand celebration is on the horizon, combining a festival of the hunt with the elder Jiba Ruu’s birthday!
See all this and more in the exciting twenty-seventh volume of Cooking with Wild Game!

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Chapter 1: Unfulfilled Feelings

1

The popular consensus in Genos was that the rainy season had fully come to an end on the third day of the vermillion month. It had officially started back on the fourth of the brown month, so it had lasted for roughly two months.

A few days prior, the sky had started showing itself more and more as the amount of rain tapered off and the temperature rose. By the third day of the month, the skies had been clear from dawn till dusk, and it had gotten hot enough that you couldn’t wear long-sleeved coats any longer, so people had marked that as the proper end of the rainy season.

Of course, that didn’t mean the post town bounced right back to its usual hustle and bustle. The people who were visiting from Sym, Jagar, and various far off towns would probably be hitting the road again soon. The hastier folks might have taken their totos and left already, but I figured it would take a little time for the rest to depart.

However, the residents of Genos were now free to head outside as they pleased. That alone was enough to make the roads throughout the post town feel so much more lively. On top of that, travelers and merchants started pouring in from nearby towns all at once, having been eagerly waiting for the end of the rainy season. As a result, the sales at our stalls were rising day by day.

We would be able to use tino, tarapa, and pula again roughly half a month from now. Until then, we would be sticking with the rainy season vegetables. Not that it mattered all that much. Our new dishes, the traip cream stew foremost among them, were once again earning loads of praise from our customers.

This wasn’t directly related to the rainy season, but there was one other thing worth bringing up: the brick oven we had ordered from Mikel was finally complete, and by sheer coincidence, we got the news about that on the third of the vermillion month as well.

“Whoa, this is wonderfully made!” I said in admiration, having just arrived at the Ruu settlement for a visit after work. The oven had been built next to the kitchen of the house where Myme and Mikel were staying, with a leather canopy over it that had been set up first. Once the covering had been erected, it had taken several more days of work to construct the brickwork structure.

The oven was fairly large—around two meters wide, and a meter tall and deep—so it could be used to bake a huge amount of poitan at once. The sides and top were built with a thick layer of bricks to prevent heat from escaping.

The bricks had been bought from town, while the clay used to join them had been collected from the forest’s edge. The people of the forest’s edge already used that kind of clay to plug gaps in stone stoves, so its durability was well established. There was a metal plate over the mouth of the oven, serving as a door. That part couldn’t be made with bricks and clay alone, after all. It was around a centimeter thick, and slid over to the side. A slight depression had been carved into the bricks so the door would fit just right, and the plate had metal rings attached to it to allow it to be mounted on hooks.

“It’s pretty excessive if you’re only going to be using it for baking fuwano and poitan, but it can contain residual heat, so at least you’ll be able to cut down on the amount of firewood you need,” Mikel said with a sour look on his face.